Raylene's Dirty Work - Part 1

She pins her down and watches. The other girl spreads wider, flushed and dripping. The dildo looks absurd in her grip—thick, shining, obscene—but it fits. She doesn’t wait. She eases the head between soaked folds, then shoves it in with a wet sound that fills the room. The first girl moans through clenched teeth, hips already tilting up, greedy for more. A heartbeat later she’s the one bent over, knees parting as another slick shaft pushes inside her. They move like they can’t help it. One thrusts, the other rocks back, meeting every inch, matching every sound. Pussy lips stretch around silicone that never stops. Their rhythm settles: hard, filthy, steady. Sometimes they lean in close enough to kiss, mouths open, breath shared. Sometimes they simply stare, lips parted, eyes half-lidded while the dildos keep working—pushing deep, sliding almost out, then plunging back in. Slick runs down their thighs in bright streaks. The bed creaks, steady as a heartbeat, and they use each other like they know exactly what the other one needs.